Sythen your body is now wrapte in chest,
I pray God to gyve your soule good rest.
O what losse is it of suche a one!
It is to grete truely me for to tell;
Sythen the tyme that his lyfe was gone,
In al this realme his pere did not dwell;
Above al other he did so excell,
None sith his time in arte wolde succede,
After their death to have fame for their mede.
But many a one is ryght well experte